Poem by Edith Nesbit

In Hospital

   UNDER the shadow of a hawthorn brake,
      Where bluebells draw the sky down to the wood,
   Where, ’mid brown leaves, the primroses awake
      And hidden violets smell of solitude;
   Beneath green leaves bright-fluttered by the wing
   Of fleeting, beautiful, immortal Spring,
   I should have said, “I love you,” and your eyes
   Have said, “I, too . . . ”  The gods saw otherwise.

   For this is winter, and the London streets
      Are full of soldiers from that far, fierce fray
   Where life knows death, and where poor glory meets
      Full-face with shame, and weeps and turns away.
   And in the broken, trampled foreign wood
   Is horror, and the terrible scent of blood,
   And love shines tremulous, like a drowning star,
   Under the shadow of the wings of war.

1. Love and Knowledge
2. To One Who Pleaded for Candour in Love
3. A Last Appeal
4. The Touchstone
5. The Stolen God

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